I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
Truman CapoteRead
Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the constant nature of the world versus the transient nature of human life.
Truman Capote's quote emphasizes the idea that while the natural world remains unchanged, human beings experience life through cycles of birth, existence, and death. It suggests that despite the inevitability of change in our lives, the fundamental elements of nature—trees, sky, earth—persist unchanged through time, pointing to a philosophical contemplation of existence and the human condition.
In practice
This quote could be used in a philosophical discussion about the nature of life.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called decadent? It's like saying a declaration of love is an act of decadence. Any work of art, provide it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love.
No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.
To punish a man because we infer from the nature of some doctrine which he holds, or from the conduct of other persons who hold the same doctrines with him, that he will commit a crime, is persecution, and is, in every case, foolish and wicked.
He who gives only what he would as readily throw away, gives without generosity; for the essence of generosity is in self-sacrifice.
I found earthquakes, even when I was in them, deeply satisfying, abruptly revealed evidence of the scheme in action. That the schemes could destroy the works of man might be a personal regret but remained, in the larger picture I had come to recognize, a matter of abiding indifference. No eye was on the sparrow. No eye was watching me.
Be human in this most inhuman of ages; guard the image of man for it is the image of God.
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